Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.